Custom Wood Burning Novels & Stories

Zaid led Zephyr through the side door of the shed, flipping on the light with a flick of his wrist. The space came alive as the overhead bulbs illuminated the dusty, warm wooden beams and walls. Shelves upon shelves lined the room, stacked high with wooden carvings, tools, and unfinished pieces. There were intricately carved animal figurines, hand-forged furniture, delicate picture frames, and even detailed sculptures of wolves, their faces frozen in mid-snarls. The smell of sawdust and fresh-cut wood filled the air, grounding everything in the comforting scent of craftsmanship.

The furniture was elegant, each piece carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the cabin. The living room was cozy, with a large stone fireplace taking up one wall. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. A plush rug covered the floor, its colors muted but rich, and a large, comfortable-looking couch sat in front of the fire. The air was filled with the scent of wood smoke and something sweet cinnamon, maybe?

Micham was almost sad to have to damage it. He ran his gloved fingers over the even grain and wanted to turn on the light to see the shades of color shimmer. Instead, he removed the tropical wood with a hammer and then lit the cutting torch. His leather gloves would protect the skin from flying sparks. The method was tedious but effective, and he had soon worked his way through the metal on the front wall of the safe.

I said as I glanced at the sleeping female. Marcus winked at me and grinned. “Don’t forget to teach her how to protect herself.” He stood and moved to walk out of the room but paused next to the couch and frowned as he looked down at her, then looked back at me. “You’ve got a brick home, right?” “Yes,” I said hesitantly. “Good. Brick is sturdier than wood. Happy training.” With that, he walked out of the door and through his portal that he’d created without me noticing.

We're far enough from the water that the beating waves don't wash too close to us but close enough that the sound of the waves and the scent of the sea wash over me. The entrance welcomes us with a solid wooden door, intricately carved with traditional patterns, offering a preview of the meticulous woodwork that awaits within. Upon stepping inside, the open-concept living space unfolds, showcasing a symphony of rich, dark woods that create a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The living area is dominated by bespoke wooden furniture, each piece a work of art in itself. Plush, handwoven textiles in earthy tones complement the wooden surroundings, creating a harmonious balance of comfort and eleganc

my eyes twinkle as I bask in the coziness oozing from every corner. The mantlepiece is a mosaic of stones. Some of them are of unique cuts and colours. Light of serenading nature glows from the fireplace, matching the illumination from the bulbs. The thin, long shelf over the stove would be cute with some figurines—ceramics, probably. The floor is all hardwood, but slate tiles round the fireplace and border the doorpost. Apart from that, the house's cedar beams add a touch of elegance to the cabin. With its stylishness, it's not readily believed that this is a construction from logs, which I've seen a lot of before but did not realise their beauty until now.

But our little secret never fails to make me smile. We have enough money for ten lifetimes, which allows me to focus fulltime on being a mother while Damon channels his new free time into his woodshop. It started with just milling lumber from the trees on the acreage we own then slowly progressed into tables, then small cabinets and then chairs. I’ve told him he should open up his own showroom many times, but he’s such a perfectionist that I think it’s going to take some real nagging on my part to get him to do it.

"Did you make this?" He turns me back around so that I'm facing the most beautiful crib I've ever seen. It's got very distinctive woodwork, which makes me think Ryan has done this himself. "Yeah," he offers me a shy smile. I've never been able to see one of the pieces he's made before. Knowing he's made this for our daughter? It's one of the most amazing things I've ever felt in my life. "It's re-claimed barn wood. Before you worry that it doesn't meet safety expectations, I have a friend in the industry that I talk to sometimes when I'm making custom pieces – he helped me get it up to code. It's completely safe."

He’s doing it all wrong. “You’ve got to put them crisscross.” He glances up, quickly masking his surprise and efficiently rearranging the kindling. “Like this?” “Yeah.” I snuffle and wipe my puffy face with my sleeve. Cadoc lowers himself to sit, knees bent, and begins sawing two sticks together. He’s serious, hunched, as intent as I’ve ever seen him. He thinks he can start a fire that way? Not with that kind of wood, he can’t.

All from the best wood. A commanding desk, crafted from the same brown oak, stood as the centerpiece of the room. The grain of the wood added a touch of natural grandeur, while the polished surface reflected the ambient light, casting a warm glow throughout the space. Plush leather chairs in deep hues of brown and classic earthy tones complemented the overall aesthetic, providing both comfort and an air of authority.